"She jumps at the sound of his voice, her eyes wide in her newly-pale
face. Nodding, she looks away, setting down her glass to reach for a
cocktail napkin. She scrubs her damp fingers repeatedly until the
"Season's Greetings" message lies in an alphabet soup of shredded paper.
Tossing it aside, she sits up straight and squares her shoulders, her
chin thrust forward. 'Mulder...there's something I need to ask you.'
Her tone is brisk to the point of curtness, and Mulder finds himself
holding his breath as he waits for her to continue.
'How much do you know about in vitro fertilization?'"
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